Worlds, many worlds… but this lonelyness
Like ancient trees on the margin of life
Their leaves turned into heads of men
Heads of men were like bodies of trees
’till Death will suck the honey
From your wasted breaths…
… the end deformed by desires, will I
Crawl into nature`s ebrace
To restate the portrait of life
I need to keep (up) my pace
I see satellites bursting out of the solitude
They are like a swarm of flies, carrying on…
The meditations of Cosmos
The symphony and myth of Death and dying
Let loose obsession on me, artistic theory…
“visionary”
Above the word`s delyrium, a candle will light
Throughout the night, the spirit catched on curse
Towards saturation
“unkown destination”
Inger diform, nemuritor si rece
Angel diformed, immutable and cold..